There she meets progress infamously parading itself
like it did when I was near by…you
surrendered…
to the beliefs I rendered
knowing the path has proven itself
and myself like a tantrum of calm
never had one arm hung
and one throat choked
Another swinging from a pole
I drive into the ground
like Jesus found a myriad of truth
A trickle of a whisper crawls down my thigh
Swimming in thoughts
some place between you and me…
Archive for Poetry
Be-titled….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Hurt, pain, Poetry on October 10, 2013 by JenJuiceThe Fucked Up possibilities of the brain.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on March 30, 2013 by JenJuicefiltering the ambition of trials that dictate my future through futile judgment and fears…
fearless and submissive to the transition of multiplying to stagnation
sin begins with feeling yourself distrust the facts….dancing in the stories of fears
purging the pain as if I was in the depths of your harness dangling from my chin
not being able to talk through my mind and my surrounds tortures me like the night from the dawn
escaping sensibilities to find which way I fucking go….
Don’t cry over spilt jeans……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on January 27, 2013 by JenJuiceJeans split whispering through the crevice of release
Slipping down the revelry of
Emptiness of my spry self
Bottomed-out and releasing
The heroine serenading
The salty wind
By time it came….this way
I was gone.
Low lit wreckage….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Poetry, wreckage on January 27, 2013 by JenJuiceLow lit areas are best when thought less of caressed as a mess
Lost in her wallows of virtue
Turned in meaningless lost and hopeful
Shrouded in a bush left to burn reckless and abandoned
Like the maiden of your perished wreckage
Hated throughout the mind left doctorate
Held two-forced more fruity than the fake
Metal around her neck
When lost in emotional bondage
Found reckless and checked.
Sentenced to torture and rescue
Was a slave in my formative years
Whipped and beaten like the way white
Splatters the walls you lay
Something tells me you ain’t goin’ no where
Impending trees of life lost
Ripped from the masses of my embraces
Coursed and sickened trying to see straight
Only I don’t believe in lines within the straight in arrow…because
Untruths are not where you will find me…this time.
Sometimes I overlap, but not with you (or me)…..
Food for thought….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Bored, Lost, Numb, Poetry on January 3, 2013 by JenJuiceNothing like stuck in a rhetoric of the be known to beget
The tragic fate of the undying mess
Of, how I am so bored ….
The sip of the mirror renders taste reminisces of the bitteresque –
Placing my hands on the typewriter as if I were playing a piano
Swimming shadows of
Totality featuring a smite of Beethoven hovering over my harmony
Simple life lessons and lives lost – all chalked up
To food for thought…. the path in which one gets large (and lost).
My place….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Coffee, Poetry, Sentence on December 10, 2012 by JenJuiceWaking up with coffee festering in a glass I once called today
as it ignites its stimulating embrace.
Sitting here immaculate to the renaissance(d) face(s)
Closing the dotted lines on how to remain still
(and sane)
In a moment of un-stillness
Found the skateboard jumping off the wall
Right as I heard you say it should fall –
We live in a moment crossing our legs like the tides change
Filtering through the waterfalls and the pangs
We all find in change
The one thing that will always remain true within itself
So beautiful and so cradled
In this moment I call..my place.
Bastards of doom……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Fuck, Mentor, Poetry, Salvage on December 5, 2012 by JenJuiceMoving away from me and the wondering things I’ve seen
Systems wrapping up an overload of wretched sentencing
Floored to the crooked mirror of thoughtless findings
So bludgeoned by the interrogation –
Bastards of extra marital dues….
Lathered…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on August 23, 2012 by JenJuiceWhat is it to be the rendered and the free?
Next to self, it’s a disease
Rembrandts and withered feelings
Of abandonment
Featuring the one I adore
In a sense of notoriety
I found myself feeling
Confused and parted
In and out of me
And fighting the words
And what I never thought
I was worth
To be solid, to be loved,
To be more…
To be me.
You found me lathering
My life against my bosoms
and can
You understand
That I don’t get it or want to
Find what I’m set – for
Just trying to be here
And let someone come find me…
Cuz, I’m too tired to do the work for me anymore.
Bondaged……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Ache, Bondage, Poetry on August 21, 2012 by JenJuiceReverent installations of the salivating moments
I don’t really feel
Not until the floor drops on my cushion
Bottled up hope
And sanctions
Created for a little cynical pleasures
Now and again
Cradling the sharpest part –
Dancing in the dirt
Like a bondaged messiah
So often heard as the longest
And last good-bye….
Cursed…and Re-hearsed.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Lost, Poetry on August 19, 2012 by JenJuiceNo one knows how it is to walk in another person’s shoes
They say “oh, I understand”
No…you really don’t
You don’t know what it’s like to hold the hand of death day after day
And you tell me you get it
Well, I’ll tell you are wrong…
Cuz you can’t get it.
As much as I want someone to take this
burden off my shoulders…it doesn’t seem to be
….oh, I don’t know what I’m doing
Finding nothing in every door….
Feel so lost and so penetrated in a blazed cloud
all to be alone
In the sea of how long
And how forgotten..I’ve become.
Jen Juice 